A Plea to My Master

Muskan Sandhu

Floating in an ocean of worn voices,
The aloof mind spins a yarn to muffle the chatter.
A paranoid psyche then claims the stage
To enact thoughts all so deranged.
It begets a web.
It builds a maze
For one to get lost,
For one to get desperate to be found.
It twists and turns the plainest words
To fabricate traps for the role in play.
It magnifies a droplet to a sea of salt;
It amplifies a pinch to a searing throb.
Being in the now it sprints ahead,
In seconds perceiving what would and would not be,
Those seconds enough to panic in the would nots

My paranoid mind, I pray to you:
Pause a moment and calm yourself.
Bring home the thoughts so far-fetched
And revel in the void of thoughtlessness.
Don't tire thyself in the rambling brood.
My paranoid mind, I pray to you:
Pause a moment and calm yourself.

Muskan Sandhu, 21-years-old, is a student of literature at Lady Shri Ram College, New Delhi. She believes that between the definites of birth and death, the only certain variable is experience and, in all probability, that is all there is to life. In her writing then, she gives voice to her experiences of some escapist fantasies and dystopian realities.